“You were telling us, sir—?” I ventured, after a pause.
“Yes, yes, of course, I was returning from my visit to Sarah Blooms and was passing the end of Pallitt’s Lane when Mr. Thoyne passed me in his motor-car. There was a lady with him, Miss Clevedon, I think, though I could not be very sure of that.”
“Were they alone in the car?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, as far as I could see, quite alone.”
“With Mr. Thoyne driving, perhaps?”
“Oh, no, they were in the body of the car. There was the chauffeur and another man on the front, a servant, I think.”
“You did not recognise the second man?”
“Well, no, to tell you the truth I did not take particular notice of him.”
It was at least level betting that the second man was Tulmin. But what interested me most was the fact of Kitty Clevedon’s presence in the car. It seemed to suggest that whatever was going on, she had a hand in it.
“I have heard their names coupled more than once—Mr. Thoyne and Miss Clevedon,” Mrs. Vicar declared.